Mirdala Priest
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- Joined
- Jan 23, 2017
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Nar Shaddaa
Walking the streets at a brisk pace, I assessed passersby from behind my T-visor, trusting my crew was keeping up. Our time window was shortening with each passing minute, and I couldn't allow this lead to go cold. A counter-intelligence asset had spotted a person of interest on Nar Shaddaa, tracking her to a public establishment.
My job was simple. Pick her up and get her to sing.
Evelyn Yara was a known associate of Elion Bralor, and a splinter group of Deathwatch who remained loyal to the sith following Dominion reunification. Miss Yara was Intelligence's best shot at putting a name to the 'shock collar' organizing their resources. A former licensed bounty hunter, and member of Corellian's high society, I could see the value of Deathwatch's asset recruitment.
Time to force the fumble.
Having linked Cirrus to my HUD, my visuals were telling me we were nearing the target building. A slender woman leaning against the entrance to a bar, straightened at our approach.
"Spare a coin Mandalorian?" Wearing street clothes and a smile, she held her palm out. My contact. Pulling out the agreed upon payment, I paid the woman and turned to my crew.
"This is it." Turning to Xanthier. "Find us a motel room, preferably with no neighbors. No violence. This job is quiet, no unnecessary attention. Keep a comm channel open with Bailey." Turning to Bailey, I nodded. "Come with me."
Pushing through the entrance, the sounds and visuals hit me in a wave of exciteable energy. The noise dampeners in my helmet kept sounds slightly muffled, the visor dimming the lights. Men at the bar. Several occupied tables. And there she was, towards the back of the bar. The host droid approached but I brushed past, not interested in hospitality.
"Distract the men at the bar. Chat 'em up. Keep their eyes off me," I instructed Bailey.
Pulling my helmet off, I took a seat at an empty table towards the front of the bar. Pleased with the quick exit, I studied my prey. Her body was turned away from her company; they weren't crew, most likely bar patrons. She was travelling alone, it was obvious from her discomfort with the crowd. She was drinking a cocktail.
Waving over a service droid, I ordered a beer and 'whatever cocktail' the brunette in the back was drinking. As I waited, I ran a hand through my beard. Since the blaster scar across my cheek from the Zabrak (@Chask274 ) I had refused to shave. Facial hair didn't hide the scar, which is what I told others; no, the truth was, I had sunken in depression. I needed this win. And this Corellian princess was gonna deliver.
As the droid set the drinks on the table, I rose from my seat. Turning my back to the bar, I listened a Bailey kept attention off my Six. With my left hand I opened my Poncho Villa, curtaining visibility beyond my table, as my right hand squeezed a drop of sedative in the cocktail. Screwing the lid back on, I secured the vial in my jumpsuit pocket. Returning to my seat, I took a sip of my beer.
Keeping my eyes on Target, I waited until she finally made eye contact. Pointing towards her I motioned for her to sit across from me. Sliding the cocktail across the table, I leaned back and waited. I knew she wanted away from the crowd, just had to wait for her to figure it out.
@Dark child
@Bailey Arterius @Evelyn Yara
Walking the streets at a brisk pace, I assessed passersby from behind my T-visor, trusting my crew was keeping up. Our time window was shortening with each passing minute, and I couldn't allow this lead to go cold. A counter-intelligence asset had spotted a person of interest on Nar Shaddaa, tracking her to a public establishment.
My job was simple. Pick her up and get her to sing.
Evelyn Yara was a known associate of Elion Bralor, and a splinter group of Deathwatch who remained loyal to the sith following Dominion reunification. Miss Yara was Intelligence's best shot at putting a name to the 'shock collar' organizing their resources. A former licensed bounty hunter, and member of Corellian's high society, I could see the value of Deathwatch's asset recruitment.
Time to force the fumble.
Having linked Cirrus to my HUD, my visuals were telling me we were nearing the target building. A slender woman leaning against the entrance to a bar, straightened at our approach.
"Spare a coin Mandalorian?" Wearing street clothes and a smile, she held her palm out. My contact. Pulling out the agreed upon payment, I paid the woman and turned to my crew.
"This is it." Turning to Xanthier. "Find us a motel room, preferably with no neighbors. No violence. This job is quiet, no unnecessary attention. Keep a comm channel open with Bailey." Turning to Bailey, I nodded. "Come with me."
Pushing through the entrance, the sounds and visuals hit me in a wave of exciteable energy. The noise dampeners in my helmet kept sounds slightly muffled, the visor dimming the lights. Men at the bar. Several occupied tables. And there she was, towards the back of the bar. The host droid approached but I brushed past, not interested in hospitality.
"Distract the men at the bar. Chat 'em up. Keep their eyes off me," I instructed Bailey.
Pulling my helmet off, I took a seat at an empty table towards the front of the bar. Pleased with the quick exit, I studied my prey. Her body was turned away from her company; they weren't crew, most likely bar patrons. She was travelling alone, it was obvious from her discomfort with the crowd. She was drinking a cocktail.
Waving over a service droid, I ordered a beer and 'whatever cocktail' the brunette in the back was drinking. As I waited, I ran a hand through my beard. Since the blaster scar across my cheek from the Zabrak (@Chask274 ) I had refused to shave. Facial hair didn't hide the scar, which is what I told others; no, the truth was, I had sunken in depression. I needed this win. And this Corellian princess was gonna deliver.
As the droid set the drinks on the table, I rose from my seat. Turning my back to the bar, I listened a Bailey kept attention off my Six. With my left hand I opened my Poncho Villa, curtaining visibility beyond my table, as my right hand squeezed a drop of sedative in the cocktail. Screwing the lid back on, I secured the vial in my jumpsuit pocket. Returning to my seat, I took a sip of my beer.
Keeping my eyes on Target, I waited until she finally made eye contact. Pointing towards her I motioned for her to sit across from me. Sliding the cocktail across the table, I leaned back and waited. I knew she wanted away from the crowd, just had to wait for her to figure it out.
@Dark child
@Bailey Arterius @Evelyn Yara